#I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS BALLET ANON
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you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)
♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒
"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙
ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.
despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡
it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)
and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙
you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )
especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.
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i'm not nearly half as good as you and other anons writing toxic ballet jordan however i can't get the picture out of my head.
you've been paired together yet again, it's opening night and although your relationship with jordan is still inexplicably complicated you're positively glowing because you think it's been your best performance so far.
what you don't expect is to see your high school sweetheart at the front row. they were your first love, and you never actually did anything besides hand holding and cheek kisses. jordan was your first. and seeing them now you realize the "love" you thought you felt back then were nothing compared to whatever it is they make you feel.
when you go off stage your old flame is waiting with a bouquet of flowers and when jordan sees you throwing yourself into their arms they are livid.
how could you barely aknowledge them in favor of some cunt, especially when you look so beautiful, relishing in the praise they're giving you.
they approach quietly and say something - something filthy about your performance tonight - in your ear, you are stunned for a minute before realizing jordan is still stood there, so you feel like they want to be introduced.
the tension between you is palpable and your bambi eyes are looking between them confused at how jordan squares up, it all comes crashing down when you invite jordan to hang with the two of you in what was the other party presumably thought was a date.
they - surprisingly - don't protest or give you too mean of a response, so you go to the dressing room to change. you don't know what happened after you left, all you know is they're barging into the room not long after and they truly make you see god. let's just say you don't leave the dressing room for awhile.
love me some possessive borderline toxic jordan.
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i love jealous jordan more than i love air in my lungs and ballet jordan just might be the most jealous and possessive of them all. just absolutely peacocking next to you, pulling their seniority, showing off how close the two of you are. eyes on that stupid shmuck while their hand casually glides over the small of your back when they lean down to whisper something to you. it says, look how she leans into me. look how flustered she gets just from me standing next to her.
you don't even know how to speak properly, barely getting through introductions with jordans cloying scent, overwhelming you, the whispered praise they left in your ear bouncing around your head, "you were a goddamn star out there." you can't leave fast enough.
and when jordan slams your dressing room door open you could say you'd been waiting for them, with how quickly and eagerly you fall into their arms when they start towards you. closing and locking the door behind them, words not even exchanged as you devour eachother. all your cosmetics being swiped by jordan off the counter as they slam you onto it, eating your lips, before dropping to their knees.
you spread your legs immediately, on instinct and jordan grins - feral.
"you're not going out with him tonight," they tell you calmly, though the fire in their eyes contradicts that as they reach under your tutu to pull your tights down.
still, you ask, "why?" even though you already know. already forgotten about that other guy. nobody compares to jordan.
"because you're mine." a kiss pressed to your ankle, before they're propping your leg on their shoulder. "and i don't fucking share what's mine, freshie."
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Hi! I would love to hear what Ben thinks of the reader's music and what HIS favorite music is. Just picturing a grumpy, old Ben grumbling about "music nowadays" 😂
Hey there, lovely Anon!
Ohohooo, what a great question. 😂 I too can imagine Mr. Grouch trying to understand modern music:
I briefly explored this in Part 5 of Break Me Down, when they're (playfully) arguing about music:
And you talked—about the old-ass TV shows he never got to see the end of, and the new music he hated. You’d enjoyed (gently) teasing him about being an old man who didn’t understand Cardi B when you played it on his phone.
You suspected he didn’t quite understand how all the bells and whistles worked on an iPhone yet. (But he’d taken it back from you before you could text anyone.)
“In my day, there was a little more fucking class,” he’d said. “Sinatra. Nat King Cole. Christ, the fucking Beatles.”
You’d rolled your eyes at that. You liked all those guys too, actually. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t bang out all the words to “Bodak Yellow” and “Please Me.”
😂 A little more fucking class indeed, Benjamin.
As a more general Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader situation, I explored Ben vs. 90s music in this imagine: Taking Ben to a 90’s themed club.🕺🏻
A highlight from that one:
For a while he just sits at the bar with you while you catch up with your friends. You're so damn excited, he can tell. The inside of the club is interesting, he supposes, with dim lighting and a DJ on the stage with a very sophisticated looking setup that Ben finds wholly unfamiliar.
The music, however, is ass so far. What the fuck is this, Hip Hop? Rap? R&B?
He can't tell, and he doesn't know any of the songs. It sounds like a bunch of fucking whining. And don't get him started on whatever you call grunge.
But as for Ben's favorite music...
It's my headcanon that he personally identified with the likes of Frank Sinatra ("My Way"), Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Mel Torme, Nat King Cole, etc. He definitely would've come into adulthood on that and sought to emulate their lifestyle, not just like their music.
Him coming up in the 40s, he probably would've (secretly) liked a bit of Doris Day and Ella Fitzgerald. (In BMD world, it would probably remind him of his mother.)
But there's also some edge to him. He would've embraced some "free love" to to speak lol, so getting through the 60s and 70s, I think he would've liked the Beatles, Rolling Stones, maybe some Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, and Aerosmith coming into the 80s.
Interestingly, from that scene in the Legend's penthouse we know he had Air Supply on in the background, so maybe he's secretly into some classic love songs from the 70s/80s. 😂 Maybe some Bee Gees, Spandau Ballet, stuff like that...
Though God forbid someone try to tease him about it.
Especially when he starts to dip into some of your music when you're not looking. 😏
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ok but like.. kaiser with a ballerina prodigy s/o.. like,,, think of it... like,,, kaiser, gods chosen emperor, with a s/o who is world famous on the ballet stage,,,, mind empty only
-🕺anon
kaiser with a ballerina prodigy s/o only to throw tantrums every other week because of all the men you have to work with. watches you perform all these lifts on stage and can't help but marvel at how talented and breathtaking you are but gets upset real quick when he thinks about how much time you spend with people that's not him, being close to someone else that's not him.
he gifts you the largest bouquet once the show is over, cheers the loudest for you with it's time for the bow, can't help but feel so proud when it's only you walking downstage by yourself, having your own moment before joining your colleagues.
meeting kaiser backstage, drinking up the 'after-show' high as he applauds you and makes a show in the dressing room.
when he sees your partner, he can't help but throw a glare at him. one he doesn't see, of course, because kaiser is delusional, but you love him all the same.
it's funny because as a ballet dancer, the one sport your teachers tell you to stay away from is soccer. guess you couldn't truly stay away.
OR i present to you... ballet!au with kaiser? reader has to do a duet with kaiser?? reader hates kaiser?? anyone listening??
#reader is gender ambiguous lol#ੈ✩‧₊˚ constellation: 🕺 anon#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write#earf's favourites (real)#earf's kaiser rambles#kaiser x reader
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https://twitter.com/parkordie/status/1714224017907839040
Nah cuz these drags won't work for Jimin lol
First of all, JIMIN is literally a unisex name which is especially given for baby girls in SK. So there's no need to add anything to make it more girly lmao. His name is commonly used by girls anyway.. we have many girl idols named Jimin but uses stage names because JIMIN is owned by mimi 🤷♀️
Second, people really think saying he looks like a woman is offensive ? The same person who asked 'what the heck is men ?', Regularly wears women clothing, drew a bigender tattoo on himself, thinks he looks beautiful when dressed as a girl, calls himself pretty, pretite and delicate, chose modern dance and ballet as his major which are not commonly done by men and is frowned upon in SK, repeated he's NOT manly multiple times in a single interview, likes to keep his body dainty, want to make his booty even bigger, used a woman as his reflection and is VERY fluid with his gender identity representation 🙄🙄 More than anyone else Jimin knows his feminine side and fucking embrace it proudly
If him, his dad and mom, his partner, his members, his freinds and his stans doesn't have a single problem with him not being the usual 'manly' guy then who tf have a problem with how he carries himself ?
The way it's mostly JK solos trying to drag him for this.. are they worried whether he'll steal their man or what 👀👀 or that their 'straight' man won't be able to resist a pretty Jimin around ? Is JK that weak for pretty dainty boys shaz ? 🤔
While reading your ask it took me back to this moment
(Thanks @sarah2711)
RM literally short circuited 🤣😂😂😂 I can't with this clip coz RM takes me out every single time. 😆😆😆😆😆 Dead.
(Me digressing in 1....2.....)
I am surprised that JK doesn't seem to be simping here considering the fact that Jimin was super pissed during this bomb
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coz JK wanted him to be in that snow white costume so badly.
Analysis no one asked for in 1....2....
Okay so Jhope says loser will have to dress up as snow white. If you look at Jimin's face, he is not happy
But the best part for me is how JK is looking right at him 🤭🤭
Yes... so are RM and Jhope but there is a reason I'm highlighting JK 😆😆
So Jhope says how this was all JK's idea. But look at Jimin's face when he says "that's right"
This tells me Jimin knew why JK wanted him in that dress. He hee. Jin confirms that this idea is quite recent.
RM concurs adding in this little detail:
Thats the face of a cheeky man up to no good 🤭 Especially when Jhope repeats the rule... and while Jimin is frothing at the mouth 👇🏽 JK is watching him looking quite excited about the prospect of the loser being snow white
We know JK expected Jimin to lose because that's what happens more often than not. Jimin always looses in RPS and JK was counting on this happening. But Mimi wasn't having it and not only can u tell because of how mad he looks, but also because he does the tongue in cheek thing
And we all know depending on the context, this is usually a sign of annoyance.
So the members start to play and guess who JK is watching 😏😏
The reason why this analysis is most probably accurate is because of the face Jimin makes when JK wins dramatically
Did you see that? Okay I will clip just Jimin's face since he moves too quickly for a proper screenshot. But just look how done he is. Zoom in and u can see it even better.
For reasons only known to Jikook, JK really wanted Jimin to be snow white and Jimin was 1300% done with his boyfriend.
Is JK that weak for pretty dainty boys Shaz?
Hmm 🤔
Anon,
#bangtan bomb jikook#jikook analysis#ask shaz#bts ask#jikook#kookmin#jimin and jungkook#minkook#jimin is king#helen of troy#bts#jimin#jungkook#park jimin#jeon jungkook#dainty jimin
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No hate to the other anon but I love the way injured is set out! I think it shows the impact of certain parent child relationships and it shows the littlest things can have long term impacts. Like Bambi is so little but small comments like I’m just disappointed or not staying to watch ballet are things you look back on as a adult and realise you don’t want for you kids so I love the set up even if it makes my heart hurt lol
I think my favourite phrase to describe this is 'the axe forgets but the tree remembers'. In the long run, Alexia will forget some of these things. She will forget telling Bambi that she was disappointed. She will forget that she never stayed to watch her dance.
But Bambi will remember because they're key formative events for her.
They're etched into her brain.
She can't forget.
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[Angel of the small death — Sevika × Reader OneShot]
[ballet dancer reader, bodyguard Sevika, smut (MDNI)]
Summary: Being Silco's daughter it's not some simple thing, especially thinking about the necessity of being guarded at all times. When a conflict starts, Sevika, his best employee, becomes your main bodyguard. It turns out things escalate a little bit until you bout break the tension.
a/n: boy oh boy this is BIG and it took me more time than i expected. this was an anonymous request so i can't tag the person who did it, but i enjoyed writing this, thanks sm! I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy it, anon! 💗✨
cw: some violence (a loose member), blood, smut (cunnilingus, masturbation, fingering)
not proof read | 5.2k words
[reblogs are highly appreciated!]
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Living is such a weird concept; that's all you can think about as you look through the songs on your playlists, laying on the bed. Nothing seemed to draw your attention, the assignment of your last class in mind created an urge to find the answers to your inspiration. It was a good thing, exactly what you needed now, and you couldn't let it slip through your fingers.
The plan was to show your teacher how capable you really were. Composition wasn't an easy thing, and even though you loved that subject the song was a major part to determine your next steps on that project. So you were searching restlessly, seeking for that high only an insight could provide, as fast as you could.
You had to interrupt your plans, though, when the screen of your phone showed an incoming call.
"Hi, dad", the other side of the line was weirdly messy, he usually tried to get a quiet place before calling you.
"You need to go to my office. I see you there in ten minutes"
"Is everything okay?" You sat on the bed. His tone wasn't usual either.
"I'll explain later. Now go."
When Silco tells you to go, you go.
The fact was that you didn't like your dad's work. All the illegal shit surrounded the places since you could remember, even if he tried hard to cover it in front of a kid. The whispers and smiles, usually opportunistics but also nervous, the feeling of being treated like a rare piece, the fear exhaling from people who knew what was happening but couldn't tell. You saw how everyone feared the slender, incisive man.
For quite some time you thought you should fear him too. But, for better or worse, he was a different person when he was with you. And as you grew old, he started to explain the situations and dynamics to you, teach you things, show what you could have. In your late twenty's now, you could use a gun and threaten people using an infinite amount of goons, but you definitely rather not.
Another thing he did was give you whatever you wanted. And some would say that wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't all that bad either. I mean, come on; he would let you go to the water park and in exchange you wouldn't miss behave, it was actually a very fair agreement. So he let you play with puppies when you were young, go out with your friends when you were a teenager and, most importantly, he'd encourage you to be a professional ballet dancer.
Thinking about his honesty and open conversations, you entered the crowded building right before David, your bodyguard, ignoring the loud music, usual from a never ending night at The Last Drop. Since that was a common scenario for you, stopping to look around and enjoy the mood wasn't necessary. Your father's tone on that call was enough to make you walk upstairs, directly towards his office at the end of the hallway.
Aside from what you feared, the scene in front of you was actually kinda unsettling. For sure he was a man that started to tell you stuff while you grew up, but a bloody finger on top of the table was new - it wasn’t attached to a body. Red stains on the wood were shining under the lights, contrasting too much with the green bathing the room due to the big glass window behind his desk. The finger had a cross tattooed on it and a golden ring, both now looking uncanny under the crimson that drew too much attention from you.
“You didn’t have a tattooed finger before”, was all you could say, almost out of breath.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”
Your eyes wandered around; there was the only unfamiliar thing, and still was capable of making you feel uncomfortable. It was a surprise for yourself, the girl who beat a school colleague at seven years old because she called you a bitch. Silco tried very hard not to congratulate you too much that day, speaking politely with the principal but also making a point of not allowing that other girl to get an apology from you; she was cursing you, not the other way around - and it wasn’t just because some childish argument, the fact that you were from Zaun made you a target of mean looks and disdain all around Piltover while growing up. That girl had it coming (a broken nose) and you got a popsicle. So, yeah, blood wasn’t that out of your reality, but for some reason that detached finger made you change the weight from one leg to the other, breathing deeply.
“What happened?”
“Some idiot had the idea of snitching, we lost a guy who was in Rebecca's factory.” The well dressed man pointed to the bloody, sole body part. “This was her way of telling she found out about our plans”
“Point made, I guess”
“I just called you here so we could arrange things with David.” You frowned, looking over your shoulder to the serious, suited man behind. “I’m assigning someone else to guard you from now on. At least until this troublesome, unnecessary hostility ends”
“You’re trying to invade each other’s business, I’m pretty sure it’s not that unnecessary, dad”, the amount of discomfort was making you uneasy. That conflict was growing too much, a finger wouldn’t be the most alarming body part to appear around.
As much as your dad had had numerous conflicts around, the tension between Glasc Company and your father’s business took a turn when Rebecca decided to sell drugs herself. Losing territory, the one he fought too hard to get, was very unpleasant.
So, with quick heartbeats and perspiring palms, you watched as your father gave David some papers and instructions. The tall guy nodded, turning and offering you a smile - probably for the second or third time, which made it look very off-putting for him.
“It was very nice working for you. I never said a thing because it wasn’t part of the work”, it was more words than you’ve ever heard from him. His voice was different that you thought based on the monosyllabic answers he always gave. “but your book recommendations and songs were good. Thanks”
“Well, that’s more than I expected, I genuinely thought you hated me.” You chuckled. “It was nice having you around, David”
Then he left the room and you were left with your dad and that stupid finger, Silco seated on his couch and grabbed a cigar. “Aren’t you going to grab that finger? I thought it was rude to show it around for nothing”, you seated next to him.
Even though your father wasn’t hurt, the aspect of where that war could lead to made you think about very violent and scary endings. He was a good criminal, but still a man, a mortal one.
“I need someone else to see it” He crossed his legs as you got closer, laying the head on his shoulder before he pulled you closer on a sided embrace. “She’ll come soon. Until then, tell me how your classes are.”
He always did that, since you were a kid. Being on a college level didn’t make that much of a difference in his eyes, at least about that topic. He would listen to you talk about muscle pains and lame history classes, instrumental music, group dynamics and upcoming events. It was simple and chill, but it was his way of connecting with you in an area he didn’t know a lot about, aside from your yearly spectacles.
“This new assignment seems tiring, darling” He observed. “But, like they say, break a leg. You will be just fine”
Before you could make a joke about his use of theatrical sayings, the door swung open to reveal a tall, cloaked woman with short dark hair. The look on her face revealed dissatisfaction when she traveled it from the detached, bloody finger to you; the same you knew very well from everytime you both crossed paths. The same one you couldn’t forget for two days after receiving it.
She just stood there, silent, hands on the side of her built body, looking directly at you as if she was waiting for something - or someone. You could involuntarily lose yourself under the grayish orbs, as much as you hated this fact, but an insight struck you.
You backed off your father, turning to stare at him, not getting a single word in response. That must be a joke.
“You can’t be serious”, the tone in your voice was almost desperate. He couldn’t be doing this, right?
“That finger points otherwise”
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Telling David you thought he hated you was a silly comment to cool the mood. Saying that Sevika probably hated you was an understatement.
The first time you met she had just been hired and you both made a scene when she didn't believe you about being Silco's daughter. When your father introduced you officially, she just looked annoyed and bit back some unpleasant comment, knowing very well that it could cost her work.
Since then, you haven't spoken peacefully with each other. She always had a snarky comment about your classes and the way you behaved - which, to be fair, she wasn't kinda wrong; every year you realized how stupid you could've been the year before, maturity didn't come out of nowhere. Sevika herself got more mature too. She was probably five years older than you and with much more life experience, but she wasn't the holder of all knowledge and could be very judgemental too.
Putting you together wasn't a choice your father made for nothing. Sevika was his best employee. She fought better than anyone and would prioritize your safety at all costs, since it was her job now. That meant that if you wanted to go somewhere, Sevika had a saying on if you could go or not. If you wanted to visit a new place, it had to be checked before. If you wanted to stay up all night practicing in a studio you rented - because your apartment wasn't that big in order to not draw too much attention -, she had to be there and also get more people to guard the building.
And that's exactly what was happening right now.
A month since the finger incident, with Sevika being your bodyguard. She didn't look pleased. And you could say you weren't either… But that would be a massive lie.
Because you liked her looks in your direction when you were getting out of classes, and you liked the way she rolled her eyes at your bad jokes, the ones you did solely to annoy her - you were very mature but you also loved to annoy her. You liked to stand next to her on coffee shop lines, instead of being in front of her, and you liked to dress better just so she could give you a look from head to toes whenever you got out of your apartment in the mornings.
Honestly, who could judge you?
You didn't realize those things until a week later after this whole shit started, when you tried to get off one night and accidentally imagine her. It was a very embarrassing moment and you forced yourself to sleep as soon as you got back from that high, but the image didn't fade away. The image of her towering you and kissing you, pressing her body against yours in the most desperate way. You got off imagining kisses and intimacy with Sevika. Not necessarily pornographic scenarios, no; just the thought of her lips on yours and how she would react when feeling you on her fingers, her face and the words she could say, the heavy breaths. That turned you on. The feeling of being so close you could feel the heat and your heart beat faster.
You don't know what is the worst part: coming when imagining Sevika, or the fact that what got into your mind wasn't even that explicit. It was so simple, it made you pissed off about how she could affect you with so little.
But it was just a fantasy, a distant and unrealistic one. She didn't like you. Right?
Right.
That ideas were fucking you up bit by bit. At this point it was difficult to practice, head far gone, not in the slightest focusing on that amazing song you got to choose - La Danse Macabre was one of your favorite pieces and fit the theme well in your vision. So you needed to compose a four minute choreography and you have been practicing it for four weeks straight. You'd go from classes to the studio every day, staying up until late. Your feet hurt, your body was most definitely not that used to the extra effort, but it would be worth it. Not to brag, but it was kinda dope.
So there you were, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to convey all the feelings you needed to: the sensuality of death, calling the viewer in the most subtle and dangerous way at first, but ending up being beautiful.
Your body gesture had to be on point with the postures and the weight of the moviments, it wasn't easy the fact that you would present it alone.
At some point, you didn't know when, you noticed Sevika on the corner next to the door. She was just there, quiet, looking at you.
Her presence threw you off. You slipped a little, losing timing and concentration. "Fuck", you hissed.
The song stopped when you reached your phone to pause it. Looking at the time, it had been three hours since you arrived. Your legs were sore and, honestly, the concentration was so little that just the image of that woman was enough to make you lose it. Tiredness and frustration got into you, making you sigh and turn to her. She didn't move an inch.
"What are you looking at?" That sounded more harsh than you wished.
"I thought you were a dancer. They usually are looked at, anyways", she didn't seem to diminish anything there, or to bother by your tone. That fucking look she had, the one that told you how you wouldn't get anything from her; it was nerve-wracking.
You thought you saw her eyes wandering through your body, but it probably was just some illusion.
"Yeah, I guess so", you shrugged, trying not to notice her posture or to imagine her torso under that cloak. And shirt. Numerous thoughts came back; no, illusions. Fantasies. Sevika holding you and her breath against your skin, would the feeling of her torso under your palms be so pleasant? Would her lips be so good on yours? Would the warmth give you butterflies? "Do you like what you see?"
The fact that you said "see" and not "saw" didn't click immediately; you weren't talking about the dance.
Sevika gulped. She gulped while analyzing your body on that collant and pantyhose, thinking about how your would skin feel under her touch. How she wanted to hear you calling her name and gasping, while she tried to make you feel so good like you never felt.
The looks weren't just your imagination. The way she noticed you dressing a little bit differently, that was real. And she'd spent the day trying to focus on her work and not laughing at your horrible jokes, or not feeling too good about you succeeding in your classes and beating all those snobs' pilties. She wanted to congratulate you about the choreography and say how she would follow you without question if you were death, because dying under your hypnotizing moves would be a blessing.
She wanted to say how you could do whatever you wanted to her.
So that question was so timely. The smirk on her full dark lips made you shiver, a feeling pooling on your stomach, anticipation. Gods help you, the need to kiss her was so fucking overwhelming now.
"I do, actually", Sevika said. "I like it very much. It's a gorgeous view"
It could be all. That moment could end and you'd never mention it again, leave it like water under the bridge. But, oh, you wanted to drown. You wanted to drink that water, savor it, until that thirst ended.
So you gave a step. And seeing her chest moving with a breath, you gave another. You walked towards her carefully, like she could escape any minute, and when you were finally close enough that pressure seemed to crush your chest, taking the air from your lungs.
In your life it wasn't that many times you'd sweat before kissing someone. And yet there you were, palms perspiring because Sevika wasn't moving.
"Show me how you like it, then", you said. "I'm a physical, practical learner, by the way"
She chuckled lightly, looking away and then to you again. That could literally cost her life or yours.
You could be the angel of her small death, and Sevika would die happily.
Throwing all the reasoning away, she finally touched you. She pulled you close and erased the space between your lips, poisoning herself in your taste and your tongue. Your mind flooded with stimuli: her lips and tongue, her shoulders under your hands, the weight of her touch on your hips, the imaginary scenes your mind created to make you ask yourself about what you both could do.
The small moan that escaped between the kiss made her hold you tighter, dominating that moment with her need. Her hair felt soft, intertwined with your fingers, and the muscles pressing yours made your head spin. It must be a gift from the goddesses.
It didn't matter the other guards outside of the room or the building, right now it was just you both.
"Show me how you like it", you whispered, untying her cloak to reveal her strong torso and shoulders covered by the dark shirt. "How you'd like to take me"
She groaned, kissing you again and pulling you by the thighs, forcing you to wrap the legs around her as she walked to sit on a simple couch there.
The feeling of her body under your touch was capable of numbing your thoughts, skin warm and scarred. Her kiss was so fucking intoxicating, consuming you from inside out while she grabbed your flesh.
When her lips traveled through your chin and jaw, going to your neck, you sighed and moved the hips on her lap. Your fingers got the elastic off her hair, letting the strands fall loose around her face as you pulled back to look at the woman. The dark grayish eyes and the full lips, beautiful nose, that jawline, some scars around; Sevika was so pretty it took your breath away.
"I don't think you want to spend all the time looking at me, princess", she murmured and her voice made all your body respond. The smirk added to her movements to lose your hair from the high bun; fuck, you were out of words. "What? Did the cat get your tongue?"
"I'll look at you a lot later", you finally said, fingers caressing her features as she analyzed you closely. "Now I really need you to handle me around"
Sevika's smug was something so intimate to you, something that, you swear, could make you go insane.
She pulled the straps of your leotard, eyes still glued to your reactions as the cool air reached your nipples, making you sigh. Without wasting any more time, Sevika held you by the waist with the prosthetic hand and used the other to play with one breast. A warm tongue tasted the other one, and she was so careful to let you feel every inch of that contact. You felt that throbbing between your legs more intensely the more she twisted the muscle, savoring, tasting. Her thumb and index finger played with the free nipple, shivers across your body making you breathe heavily with the sensations.
Your hands worked on feeling every muscle you could, hips moving because the sensations spreading from between your legs through your body were getting more and more prominent. Her tongue was soft, but your attention got divided by the cool prosthetic hand pulling the leotard. You didn’t want to separate from her, but you had too.
Sevika kept looking at your body as you pulled away, getting up between her strong legs. And she analyzed as you started to take off the clothes and the pointe shoes. Being under her sight like that was something else, you could feel your heart beating across your whole body, getting heated and desperate. Her demeanor, the laid back posture, spread legs and trenchant look got you wanting to get on your knees. And that’s what you did.
Throwing the fabric pieces away, you started to unbelt her pants and pull the zip down while squatting and kneeling. She’d stare at you, at your easy hands and light touches going especially fast to open the clothing. The contrast between this and the way you looked at her could make her go impatient, but she held back the instinct to do everything on her time when seeing the hunger growing in you.
“I thought you wanted me to handle you”, she smirked while raising the hips to take away the pants, after doing the same with her shoes. You helped, caressing the muscular thighs with admiration in your mind. Fuck, she was so beautiful.
“And I hope you do”, you kissed the right thigh, trailing up slowly until you reached her crotch. Under the shirt you saw her abdomen contracting in response and the chest expanding with her heavy breaths. “Never rode someone’s face?” You smirked, right hand touching the side of her body, up and down.
As you imagined, she then proceeded to lean in your direction while a hand grabbed you by the, now, loose hair. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make you throb and, for sure, get more wet. When she noticed your reaction was positive something shifted. Her pupils blown, and you could notice the mood changing by the glit in her eyes.
She got so close the tip of your noses bumped, silence crushing you while she made sure you wouldn’t falt back. And then, you could swear, Sevika got a bigger hunger in her. “Finish taking this shit off”, she said.
You needed a second as she laid back again. She arched an eyebrow as a cue for you to pull the boxers off, and as much as you tried you didn’t paid a single fuck to where that piece of fabric went. Not when Sevika drew you closer with a single ministration through your head, pulling you to her core as your heart beat faster.
She was wet and, fuck, she looked so appealing. Your mouth watered as you rested the hands on her bare thighs.
“Tongue out”, you obeyed.
Sevika finally pulled one last time and a satisfied, low sound got out of you, as you finally tasted her. And, oh, she was delicious.
Her hips started to move, the vision from that angle would never fade from your mind. She was enjoying this, dragging her core on your tongue, holding you there so you couldn’t leave, using you to her pleasure. And your mind was getting too crowded with that much information in the best way. Your pussy clenched when she moaned low, nipples somehow getting even harder to the point of hurting. Her taste was being scattered around your mouth and you wanted to be there for your whole life.
“Flat your tongue”, and you did, with a rush that made her smirk. Her abs would flex with her movements, so as her thighs.
Having Sevika riding your face was something so heavenly, so divine. You almost envied those girls in the brothel, who could get to do it so much, but then you'd remember that this woman was so worked up already because of you.
Her bud against your palate, the juices going on your lips and chin, the expressions due to the pleasure that came to bestow her, the loose hair falling on her face and the muscles contracting. The little wet sounds of your tongue against her core made the situation more erotic, and at some point you started to move the muscle that was in contact there. It drew a moan from Sevika, who was using the left arm to sustain her weight while she rubbed herself on you, seeking pleasure.
The more the seconds went by, the more Sevika loosened herself. She started to fault in her moves, twitching and spasming as her dark gray eyes ate the sight of you so eagerly tasting her. A small moan escaped, followed by a growl and her legs spreading more.
Your hands flew to her breasts under the shirt, palming the warm flesh, searching for her nipples as you hummed against her core. The vibrations pleased her.
The way you started to flick your tongue heavily got the tall woman groaning and pressing your head harder against herself. You saw the frown and the way her eyes rolled before closing, her body tensing, the shaky and sharp breaths as you felt her getting excessively wet.
"Fuck–!" She gasped, a smirk on her full, attractive lips. "So good, princess", her words were as smooth as the caresses the woman made on your hair, still spasming everytime your tongue drew on her swollen bud.
The flavor was divine; you thought as you palate went on her entrance. The fact that you could taste her forever made you hotter, eager, needier.
Sevika leaned and pulled you again, making you sulk a little at the distance from that heavenly position. But then she got you back on her lap, against her chest, legs open.
Even though no one else was there, you felt exposed. As if your secret were being revealed and, suddenly, the whole world could watch as your most recent forbidden fantasies played out.
The way she held you there, prosthetic hand under a knee as the other one traveled around your naked body, creating heat paths on your skin. Her lips distribute kisses along your neck and shoulder, taking sighs from you. And underneath all of it was an overwhelming heartbeat that got you panting at the sensation of her touch going south.
"Shit, you're dripping", she whispered, getting your attention. You turned to look at her, lips parted brushing on hers as her fingers went from your entrance to your already sensitive clit. "Got so worked up just from me riding your face?"
"Yes…"
Her digits, soaked, rubbed smoothly on your bud. You rested a hand on her hair, the other playing with your nipples as she tortuously stimulated your core.
"So good… Do you get that wet when you touch yourself thinking about me?"
You froze, eyes wandering around her face just to capture that smug. Despite that, Sevika didn't stop. She kept working on you, massaging your whole cunt, getting her own palm full of your moistures as you felt yourself throb. "I heard you one night. You didn't even notice you called my name, uh?"
Shit.
You actually did. With her on the other side of the door, you kinda expected that you had said it lower than it actually was, and that she hadn't listened to it that night. But it seems like life wouldn't let it pass.
"So now" Sevika kissed you, pecking on your lips as her fingers concentrated on your sensitive bud. "Let me hear you. Loud and clear"
Her ministrations were making you move your hips. Everything started to be too much, her breath against your skin, the cold of the prosthetic hand and the air. You wanted to give in entirely, wishing you were at home so she could rail you on your bed. She increased the speed, having your moans growing bit by bit.
It felt good. Too good. You kept messing with your own breasts, eyes rolling with your hips and her hand, feeling that high approaching.
"Getting all loosen up and relax for me, I might as well fuck you again tonight, princess", she hissed, taking a small smile for you as two of her fingers pressed and got inside of you.
You moaned more languidly as she moved with ease, in and out smoothly due to how wet you were. And it didn't take long until you felt that pull in your stomach, clenching around her digits and gasping, whining, a hand full of her hair as you moved without control.
The climax made you arch your back, her fingers came back to circle on your clit again as you trembled and murmured some incomprehensible words. Throbbing and spasming; that woman made you so full of desire it was ridiculous.
"Gorgeous", Sevika whispered, kissing your neck as you came down from your high, breathing deeply and feeling your body floating on her lap.
"That was some stupid shit", you chuckled, panting.
Her hands closed your legs and helped you turn a little so you could rest on her prosthetic arm and look better at her. Some sweat drops were on her forehead and the side of her neck, the dark skin glowing a bit.
"I learned a lot today, thanks", the woman laughed, accepting your touch on her face. "It was very delightful"
"I'm glad I could provide you some knowledge", her right hand rested on your thighs, thumb caressing your skin. "I hope on the future you can teach me how to make your fantasies come true"
At that, your core sent a shiver through your body, heat rising slightly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you"
Sevika nodded as you rested the head on her shoulder. She felt warm. Was it wrong to want her on your bed?
"I'll look forward to it"
・・・・・・・・・・
Your body was full of energy right now, the feeling of being on top of the world consuming you from inside out. It was almost possible to feel every molecule vibrating, twisting your guts.
"Call another guard", you murmured to Sevika discreetly while passing by her.
She followed you outside the building of Art classes, looking around as usual. The car was waiting, following the time established by orders.
The whole way to your apartment was silent. Your class came back to memory, the sensation of finally presenting the piece you've been planning for weeks now. The music took you away and, during those notes that reverberated on your flesh, no one was there. Just you and the music, working together. And it didn't feel real when your teacher congratulated you with a smile on her fine lips; she wasn't the type of teacher to smile that much. That meant a lot. It was huge actually.
But before telling anyone, you wanted to let all this energy flow to something else. To somebody else.
So you waited until a knock on your bedroom door, and you saw her getting inside carefully, confusion on her face as you asked her to sit by a corner.
Resting on your bed, heartbeat increasing, you moistened your lips. "Do you wanna know what else I fantasized about?"
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[dividers by @froopis]
#sevika oneshot#sevika x reader#sevika arcane#arcane sevika#sevika fic#sevika x reader smut#sevika x reader fanfic#sevika x reader fic#deblklesb#arcane fanfic#arcane oneshot#arcane fic
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hello, do you know fics where they start dating because of a bet or one of them makes a bet to sleep with the other one
Hi, anon! I do know of some...the first is an obvious one, but I'll list a few more as well...
Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce
American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
More than a bet by larrysbitchx
“I bet you my signed Manchester United jersey, and drinks on me for the rest of the year if you can make him fall in love with you and then dump his arse in a week” Stan said, smirking afterwards and quirking an eyebrow at Louis who was sitting there feeling himself shift in his seat.
Or the one where Louis makes a bet to date the art freak, Harry Styles, for a week and dump him. But what happens when he ends up falling hard for him?
Milkshake by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway
He's been saying it for years.
He doesn't care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway.
Louis won't stop saying it, 'cause it's true.
His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard.
It's a fact.
So the day he decides to get into Harry Styles' pants he says it again, when all three of his roommates are there to witness it.
"I'll fuck him by the end of the month. You'll see."
my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you're on my mind) by @leighbot
“Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.
The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”
Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry's a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.
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ballerina daniel pianist max would be craaazy because i think you could have a cool dynamic similar to irl with max as a Child Prodigy musician. and daniel immediately connecting to him but feeling guilty about it. and obviously max's massive crush
anon i know you sent this 4 million years ago, but here is some nonsense i wrote for the idea of max being a failed composer, who ends up working as the pianist at daniel's ballet studio :)
"I am not doing it like this," Daniel says, but Max can't feel the movement of his lips, can't taste the words anymore, because Daniel has taken a step backwards.
In the mirror behind him, Max can see the tense line of Daniel's back. The trembling of his shoulder blades, the same way they look when he is lifting Stacey over his head for the balcony scene, or taking critiques from Christian about it right after.
It is easier to look there than at Daniel's face.
"Like what?" Max demands, and the words bounce around the empty studio. Daniel's shoulders creep up another centimetre.
"Like this, Max," and then he's gesturing between the two of them like that is meant to make sense to Max, who just-
He just wanted to be kissed. He's wanted to kiss Daniel since the first day he saw him dance.
He didn't think this was something Daniel would make him explain.
"Okay," he spits, cheeks burning from the slap of rejection, but before he can hoist his bag onto his shoulder to leave, Daniel is stopping him.
"No, Maxy, I didn't-" He's saying, hand curling around Max's wrist. "Just- I thought-"
Max can't not look at him then, and for a second he hates him, even if not really at all. Hates Daniel for asking Max to let Daniel know him. For all these nights spent playing the audition score, but other music also, while Daniel just sat next to him on his bench and told Max how 'beautiful,' his hands were, his fingers. Only for Daniel to decide he doesn't like him like that after all.
That apparently it took Max kissing him for Daniel to break that to him.
There’s a pause, and maybe it’s the way Max pulls back the arm Daniel is still holding, trying to flee, that spurs Daniel to speak again.
“I thought this would be like when you play. Like music, like- Like something you can enjoy,” Daniel, says, a confession, eyes searching Max’s face. “Not something you do with your eyes screwed shut, so tense like you are wanting to get it over with."
And- It's not what Max expected.
Music. Daniel wanted this to be like music, and Max doesn't know how to explain that nothing can be like that. That he wouldn't want Daniel to be like that anyway, because music has brought him so much pain with the joy, and Daniel only ever makes him feel like he could be good.
Except now with his hesitance, like Max kissing him isn't enough, when it’s the bravest thing he’s done besides stop picking up the phone when his dad calls. If Max's efforts aren't enough, maybe Daniel is like music after all.
He opens his mouth to tell Daniel just as much, to tell him to fuck off, to demand what else he wants from him, but what tumbles out is--
"For you, is it like dancing?"
Daniel's whole face softens then. Over his shoulder, Max watches an infinite number of Daniels relax a little.
"No," he says honestly, tugging Max to him. "Never, the way this does, and anyway, it- I think with you, it might be more."
They’re pretty words from a man used to having pretty things, and that’s something Max has never been. It shouldn’t be enough, but Max goes, easy, anyway.
Too easy, and he should stop to tell Daniel, I've never done this before, to make it clear that he means not even with a girl, because Daniel of course knows already never with a boy.
But Daniel's fingertips are coming to trace over the corners of his eyes, erasing tension Max didn't even know he could hold there. They're soft, smooth, so that Max can imagine they leave a perfect stamp of whorls and swirls on his skin, the patterns of which faded on Max's own fingers long ago, worn away by piano keys.
"What do you want," Daniel asks, voice so much gentler. "I want to give you what you want."
Max is greedy, so he has to choose carefully. Too much, and he'll be exposing his own rotten underbelly, revealing that no matter how much Daniel gives, Max will always want more. Insatiable.
He wants to be kissed, to be touched like he is something precious. Wants to be bent over and fucked, to be bruised but maybe also held after. He wants everything his father ever told him about him to be true. He wants pleasure, so white hot, that it cauterises the wound those words made inside him. Something that stops it from tearing open again, each time he remembers. Each time he calls his voicemail.
He wants to play Daniel his song, the one Max has been writing in his head the last few weeks, as he's watched him dance the same move over and over, no one's eyes on him but Max's.
Daniel would understand then, Max thinks. That Max is made of want, that he’s not sure who he’d be without it.
"Show me how it can be," is what escapes him this time, and then he watches as the Max's in the mirror are walked backwards, cheeks flushed, until his own back is hitting the one behind him, and all he can see is Daniel.
This time, Max’s eyes shut softly when they kiss.
#im so tired this probably sucks#self induldgent waffle#max/daniel#fic#halfway through writing this i remembered my old ballet dance to waltz of the flowers#did that around my bedroom for a bit#then carried on writing lol#anyway tis the season to rewatch barbie and the nutcracker kids
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Tell me about the Funny Dog.
Hi anon. You asked and you shall receive.
words cant describe how like, absurd of a character ruff is. hes so fleshed out and has like a million pieces of information about him. I even made a list of things which I forgot to update so now that I'm rewatching the show I need to update it
Anyway here's a short list of my favorite fun facts. He got banned from Europe for having bad fashion sense. he wanted to be a fire dog but got rejected because he's not a dalmatian. In fact he has had like a million jobs including being a historical reenactor, space dog, street performer, ballet dancer, and probably way more I can't remember right now. he has a criminal twin brother and yes that's a real plotline in this show. His cooking skills are so bad his family refuses to go to his reunion. He has a tendency just to make things explode or break his computer. his crush threatened that if he didn't stop sending her bad poetry, she would sue. he accidentally went to jail once. HE HAS TO GO TO THERAPYYYY i am studying him under a microscope
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what kind of woman did murayama and takeru fall in love with how do they confess their love can you write something about it 💞 I love murayama and takeru so much I can't help it🤕 it's sad that there is only 1 post for takeru😿
hello, anon! i'm sorry i took pretty long to answer because i have to rewatch the red rain. i was shocked when you tell me there's only 1 post for takeru😭😭😭😭 let's go then. i hope you like it <3
so, Takeru said it in the movie himself that he prefers women. my guess is he will be attracted to those women that when we see them we unconsciously scream "MOTHER" yeah, definitely that type. elegant, full of grace, but strong enough to stand for herself, i dare to say wife material that the sane rich people love??? he will approach her slow but real (?) idk the words but you know, he takes his time but make sure the woman knows that he's interested and committed. for how he will confess, i think he will do it with a full plan like fancy dinner, an orchestra show, a ballet show, something spectacular along with those and definetely unthinkable. (damn i want him😵💫😵💫😮💨😮💨)
for Murayama, i don't think looks matter to him. he's attracted to personalities. his favorites are the moms and the bold ones imo. the approach, he will try to be the shoulders for the moms type because damn he feels needed that way. for the bold ones, he will definitely pull the love-hate strategy, he loves the sexual tension. again, confession differences. i think murayama will put a lot of effort on the moms type i'm saying 100% planned. for the bold ones, i will say it is more spontaneous when he's in an argument with her or something, but he will immediately make it up on the first date because he'll feel stupid for the spontaneous act.
#high&low#high&low x reader#high&low fluff#murayama x reader#murayama high&low#takeru x reader#amamiya takeru x reader#takeru high&low#amamiya takeru high&low#amamiya takeru#murayama yoshiki
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Hey, is been a while since i requested something from you.
Could i ask for some fluffy William James Moriarty x reader, where he falls in love with her and wants to confess his feelings, but has no clue how to do that, so he asks his brothers and the rest of his friends for help. And later on he takes reader for a date somewhere and finally tells her about his feelings and they become a couple.
Have a good day/night 💕
AAAAA ANON FROM BEFORE TwT I can't tell you how happy I am that you request again TwT
Im not sure what to do...
You were a young female with noble status. You were daughter of military man and famous opera singer woman. You love to go on partys that noble people make. This time it wasn't really a party, your mother wanted to support her colleagues who dance ballet so you, your father and mother went on Noatic. As you were walking down the hall of the ship you weren't looking and bumped into someone.
"Oh Im so sorry" you said and looked up.
You saw blonde hair man.
"No, Im sorry I didn't look where I was going" He said and smiled.
"My name is William James Moriarty" he said and gave you his hand.
"(name) Smith"
You accepted it and he kissed my hand.
"It was lovely meeting you Lord Moriarty but I need to go my parents are waiting for me"
"It's my pleasure to meet you Lady Smith" he smiled and so did you.
You went your ways but did you know that this gentleman fell in love with you at that moment.
/William pov/
I went to my brother's "room" where he was watching ballet, as I came in Albert looked at me confused.
"What?"
"You look different, like you saw a God"
"Goddess"
"Who is the Lady?"
"(name) Smith"
"Opera and military? Good choice brother"
"Im not sure what to do now"
"What do you mean?"
"How to meet her again??"
"Well first you can look Infront of you is her mother, father and her"
I looked and saw them watching ballet, she looked to my way and I felt like my face is burning. She smiled at me and waved, I waved back and looked away but I could see that her parents were looking at me.
When my adventure on Noatic ended I started to meet my dear (name) on balls, we became really close but I didn't know how to say my feelings to her, so before tonights ball I went to living room where everyone were.
"That Lady really changed you Will" Bond said.
"I need your help to confess my feelings. I have never been in love, I don't know how this works. I need help" I said.
They looked at me confused for second but than they all gave me good advices, especially Bond.
When we arrived on ball I went straight to her and her parents.
"Good evening my Lady and Lord and Lady Smith"
They smiled at me.
"Good evening Lord Moriarty"
"Is it alright if I take your daughter for the rest of the night?"
"It's alright, you are sweet gentleman, we trust you"
I took her outside so we can talk. She smiled at me a blushed a little.
"(name), Im not sure if I will do it right but you make me feel something I have never felt. All I can think about is you, night, day, noon... So let me say this to you.... I love you Lady (name) Smith" I said and looked in her eyes.
She blushed and didn't say a word for two minutes. Did I ruined everything with this?? But when I wanted to say something she spoke.
"I have been waiting for this since we met on Noatic, I love you too William" She said and I kissed her.
#anime#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot x reader#moriarty the patriot#william james moriarty x reader#william james moriarty#i don’t know what this is#william moriarty#moriarty brothers#cute#william is so sweet
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ik everybody was like "oml simping for rooster/bob/hangman/coyote/insert man here" but like... can we give big ups to monica barbaro for clearly playing someone who is definitely different to herself in very key ways, most noticeably in physicality? the way phoenix walks and sits and holds herself feels very specific to phoenix/natasha trace, and that is so cool! of! her!
(also apparently she was a badass in the backseat and never got too nauseous, which, also cool)
YES! YES! YES! Anon, I hope you're ready for me to ramble a bit. I first watched TGM in early June, and Phoenix was one of the first characters that stayed with me after I had left the cinema. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but as someone in the writing industry, I took that as my excuse to go back and rewatch the movie and analyze it. That's another path I won't go down for now.
But Phoenix as a character, from my perspective as an audience member, was great! When I first began to really think on why I liked her, I realized that she wasn't annoying. "What do you mean by that, Raven?" you ask. Well, a lot of films and TV series try so hard to be "empowering" and "feminist" that they often end up doing the exact opposite by absolutely annoying the audience and making the female character way too arrogant and flashy. Phoenix was as much a part of the group as all the others. In that bar scene, which is impeccable from a writing point of view by the way because of how it introduces 7 people in a couple of minutes, the positioning of the characters and their dialogue immediately makes us pick up on certain things subconsciously. For instance, Phoenix walks in with Fanboy and Payback walking ever so slightly behind her. It's a quiet nod to her as the "leader" of their little friend group and also tells us more about Payback and Fanboy. When Hangman baits her within a second of seeing her, she's annoyed yes, but also a little amused, which makes us think, "Oh, she's confident. She's got her shit together even in the face of someone as cocky as Hangman." She's smart and doesn't underestimate Maverick, which Monica speaks about in this interview. Phoenix establishes herself as capable in our minds, and when she tells Rooster, "I'm going on this mission," we're not thinking pfft. Right! Instead, we're accepting it as a very probable outcome because she's shown that she's fit for the mission. Her immediate appraisal of Bob at the bar is another great indicator of her character, going back to her not underestimating anyone. While everyone is amused by his callsign and maybe making fun of him for it a little, she finds a way to include him while also challenging him, almost like she's saying Do you have what it takes? Show me.
Now onto Monica, I will never shut up about what a great job she did with Phoenix! As you said anon, one of the most noticeable things is the physicality. The way Phoenix walks and stands (which @autumntouched has also mentioned) serve to further characterize her and make our minds subconsciously form a certain opinion of her. Again I could talk about this for hours, but I don't want to bore you all. I've watched so many interviews that had me in awe of Monica tbh. All of the cast and some of the people who have worked with them on the film have attested to how well she handled the G's. Glen often mentions how she was practically surpassing them all with the flight stuff and that he had trouble keeping up with her. Honestly, I'm in awe of her even as a ballet dancer because that takes so much effort and practice. So yeah, I'm in absolute awe of Monica, and I can't imagine anyone else better suited for the role of Phoenix. Her dedication to the role and understanding of its impact is so beautiful, and I think that is a big part of why a lot of us love Phoenix. Monica also mentions how Phoenix is a pilot that happens to be female, and that's why she's playing her. There aren't things that set her apart in terms of skills etc. in the film!
Okay, that's it for now!
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hello! I have a ballerina character who becomes disabled. Its a huge blow to her because dance defined her life and now that she can't do it she basically has no sense of herself. In one scene she refuses to use her cane which causes her a lot of pain. By the end of the story, she hasn't developed a better attitude towards her disability and still misses ballet. As an abled person, I'm not a good judge for deciding if this depiction is ableist or not. I've considered if this is my story to tell or not, but I've decided to go ahead with it because I really love this character. Any thoughts?
Hey, anon! I’m no ballerina, but for much of my life I’ve been a competitive swimmer. There are a couple of things I’d like to look at in this ask.
First, why does your character ‘refuse’ to use her cane? Is another character(s) attempting to force her to use her cane? This might come across as a nitpick, and if I were in a situation where I’d decided not to use my cane, aware of the benefits and drawbacks of doing so, I’d not define it as refusal, particularly if I were newly disabled and still learning my limits-- this happens with many disabled people whose support needs change, and while getting used to new mobility aids. Additionally, if I’d made that decision for myself and someone attempted to make me use my cane (or make me not use my cane), be it a doctor or someone close to me, I’d be offended at their assuming my limits.
Second, are there two separate statements in ‘she hasn’t developed a better attitude towards her disability’ and ‘still misses ballet’? Accepting one’s disability is not exclusive of missing past capabilities; I still deeply miss swimming, and I imagine that in a similar team/troupe environment, your character would also be spending a lot less time with friends she’d made during dance, another thing I personally miss about swim. Further, I’m leery of any statement made by an abled person about improving one’s outlook on disability; we don’t owe that to anyone, although it can be very freeing to oneself.
However, an angry, bitter disabled character, with emphasis on their being fictional, is a tired trope. I know you’ve said you’ve decided to go ahead with this story regardless; I’d advise you to tread very carefully.
- Mod Teeth
Hi there! I'm going to chime in as well as I acquired my physical disability after an injury, and as someone who used to do recreational gymnastics (which I also had to quit due to a separate injury many years ago).
If she's in the early stages of living with her disability, the changes can be very jarring and I can understand why she might not use a helpful mobility aid initially due to being in denial about her ability, but as Mod Teeth said, keep in mind that this would be very short-lasting because pushing ourselves too far makes our limitations very painfully (literally) obvious and there's only so long we can put it off.
Since she still has a deep emotional connection to ballet and finds it intrinsic to her sense of self, I would be surprised if a character like this didn't find some way to participate in ballet or ballerina culture that better suited her ability. Lots of former athletes who've acquired disabilities return to the sport as coaches or mentors for their peers (for example, I had a former singer as a choir instructor who could no longer sing due to a throat surgery, but she still had plenty of passion for music and great knowledge to share). I imagine she would still maintain some type of connection like this to ballet, and it would definitely ease some of that initial hardship of acquiring a disability.
That said, I fully agree with Mod Teeth about the framing of her outlook on disability. I would really dislike any depiction of a character grieving their disability that featured abled characters judging them for their attitude or outlook. There's a grieving process involved, especially when a disability comes on very quickly as in the case of injuries, and sometimes it can take a while to sort through our feelings about it. But, in my experience, it's not very realistic for a character to never accept it or try to learn and grow--having a "negative" mindset is our prerogative, but it can be psychologically damaging over time, and lots of us consciously try to focus on the positive things to offset that in order to make our disability and mental health more manageable.
In terms of mitigating the harm this kind of depiction can do, I'd recommend including another disabled character somewhere in your story who is not depressed, self-loathing or bitter about being disabled. That would at least make it so that the only portrayal of a disabled person in this story doesn't cast us in a negative, hopeless light.
To be honest, I'm very, very wary of portrayals like the ones you've described in this ask. This is your story and you can do what you like with it, but please keep in mind, if you're writing to our blog with the aim of better understanding this kind of representation, that many disabled people would probably outright refuse to read or watch something with a disabled character like this and would consider it offensive.
As Mod Teeth said, please tread carefully, and understand that while it can be mitigated somewhat, a self-loathing disabled character who never grows is not a great story for abled people to be telling about us.
-Mod Faelan
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i had a dream last night that you dropped a new chapter of oao (this is in no way shape or form asking or telling you to, i’m just crazy and this fic has clearly seeped into my dream consciousness)
anyways how are you? do you need a snack? water? perhaps tea? i’ll fetch it for you, anything you name it xx <3 also, are you reading any fics at the moment?
HELLO sweet anon! you dreamed that i dropped a chapter!!! i am so honoured to have permeated your dream consciousness <333 and i can't wait to make your dreams a reality ;o) soon! there's one scene that was giving me capital g grief, but i figured it out! while i was doing the dishes in fact. you never know when inspiration will strike
well.. now that you mention it, i am craving some haribo sweet n sour bears ;-) but HOW AM I? i am good! tho tbqh i'm having a v hard time concentrating on masters atm because i have so many fic ideas brewing away, tis a boon and a curse. and at this rate it'll take me 50 years to get through them all :'-)
OOOH what fics am i reading! i recently read the elasticity of time by mordax and very much enjoyed it! i do love a remus who's a lil rough around the edges. also ballet dancer sirius..... hi! i'm also currently reading please don't see me by @ravenmaplelynx and having the best time; the premise is so refreshing, and i'm v much a sucker for any sort of plot containing secret/mistaken identities, or anything of that ilk. and then afterwards, i plan to start the power of the dog by suchsmallhands and am very! VERY excited <3
are you reading anything atm anon?!? tell me all!
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Do you think Edward would still eat sane!/paranoid!Bella if she was pregnant? Not with his hybrid child but with a normal human child...somehow....
For reference, by sane!/paranoid!Bella anon is referring to a post @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta when giving her suggestion of how canon might have unfolded if Bella, for whatever reason, realized from the start that Edward was a danger to her. The answer was that Bella would have to be extremely paranoid to look at her biology class partner and assume he wanted to kill her from the simple fact that he glared at her, and that if she was smart then she would go along with whatever Edward wanted, making her indistinguishable from her canon counterpart.
Paranoid Bella needs to see a therapist, because living with this level of paranoia in her daily life means she also thinks Charlie wants to kill her because he left the stove on, Jessica and Angela plotted for her to be assaulted by those five guys in Port Angeles, and Tyler definitely came at her with his truck on purpose.
Sane Bella and paranoid Bella cannot coexist, is what I'm saying.
As it is, a sane Bella would if anything be indistinguishable from canon Bella. There is nothing insane about being seventeen years old and swept off your feet by a handsome and mysterious boy, even her not being alarmed by the things Edward gets himself to say are very excusable given that she is, you know, seventeen years old. It's only in New Moon that canon Bella starts displaying red flag behavior.
So, to get to the point of my rambling, sane!Bella doesn't get pregnant. Unless of course she's a rape survivor, but if so then not only would she most likely be getting an abortion, but I can't imagine Renée would agree to let her cross the country so she could become a single teen mom in Forks. I can't imagine Bella would want to, either, she'd have to either tell the entire town what happened or have them assume she was irresponsible and promiscuous.
It's gonna have to be paranoid!Bella who is pregnant, and that probably came about under the very unpleasant circumstances of Bella having had a proto-Edward experience: she misread the signs that a guy had a crush on her and convinced herself that he was plotting her murder instead. Oh, so he offered to walk her to her car and shyly asked her out on a date? FUCK, he's totally gonna do it. Bella agrees to the date, because she doesn't want to get her head bashed in in the parking lot, and lets the relationship progress because she was too scared to refuse him the entire time. She leaves for Forks not because she wants to leave Renée and Phil to their marital bliss, but because she learned she was pregnant and she needed to flee.
He never realized his girlfriend was living the plot of a horror movie the entire time, nor does Bella tell him she's pregnant with his child.
Paranoid Bella then proceeds to do the exact same song and dance with Edward, only this time she's actually right about being in danger.
Her pregnancy is probably terminated early on, because being attacked by James in a ballet studio is no bueno for pregnant women.
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